Lucy's standing there, and she's real and not just some voice he's hearing in his head. There are tears in her eyes and just the sight of it sets him off.
"Shit," Max says, and the next thing he knows, he doubles over in a sob, his shoulders heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry," he barely manages, because he's been gone for fucking days, and she probably thought he was dead or worse. Because he killed those guys on the street, and he's still wearing their blood. Because he killed those guys in the jungle and he can still see their faces.
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Lucy's standing there, and she's real and not just some voice he's hearing in his head. There are tears in her eyes and just the sight of it sets him off.
"Shit," Max says, and the next thing he knows, he doubles over in a sob, his shoulders heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry," he barely manages, because he's been gone for fucking days, and she probably thought he was dead or worse. Because he killed those guys on the street, and he's still wearing their blood. Because he killed those guys in the jungle and he can still see their faces.